poison | By Srosh Hassan

I have been fed poison
I realised so late
I have been fed poison
It has yet left a foul taste
I am prideful for all the wrong reasons
And full of self hatred I do not need
I have been fed poison
Not by the hand but by the roof
Starved of free growing seeds to blossom my own gardens,
Our fridge was stocked of expired values and rotten beliefs
I have been fed poison
The sun is difficult to face
And the soil has gone dry
This field will not grow among the weeds
This field cannot grow among the weeds
This seed’s roots have already been planted
And by genetic code has already become something it did not ask to be
This seed will not survive.

I have been fed poison
But I am still breathing
I am alive
My body has made it so
A toxic burden
Carried through generations in a bowl laced with poison
Is now mine
Full
Untouched
A gift
A conditional offer to all willing
To wetten the soil
And continue to grow
To become something new
Or at least
Become

Photo courtesy of The Wanderer Online photographer Prasann Patel

 

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